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Rows of books, somewhat regimented
pages permeate the air, sweetly scented;
authors are sinners, authors are saints:
some show caution, others little restraint.
Bookmarking tickets, postcards, old stamps,
some books pristine, others foxed-damp,
texts underlined, or margin annotated,
autodidacts pencilled points firmly stated.
Books recapture our much-missed youth,
new languages are learned, differing truths,
historians challenged by narrative witness:
Shaw queries Chesterton’s physical fitness.
Authors aim to bless hearts and brains:
let neglected voices speak again,
we biblio-browse and diligently delve
for hidden hopes among the dusty shelves…